You are less
than four months away from achieving your degree, getting certified to teach,
and snagging that dream job. Why are you not inspired? Well, let’s see:
It’s the Thought that Counts
By Megan Springs
You are
tired.
You probably
got the flu that was being passed around
just before
Christmas Break at your placement school—
and your
college campus, your family, and every public area within 50 miles of town.
Because you’d
previously been under the delusion that taking 17 credit hours would be a good
idea and ended up neglecting the entirety of your personal life, friends,
neighbors, pets, and
even your
housekeeping duties so badly in the last semester;
you spent
the entire break making it up to them –
You did not
rest, and you are not well rested,
as everyone
who welcomes you back hopes that you are.
It’s the
thought that counts.
Of course,
as soon as you returned, you caught the flu
that was
being passed around after the break—
You know,
the one that students actually traveled across whole states
in order to
catch and bring back just for you?
It’s the
thought that counts.
You arrive
home late after an eight hour day in the classroom, a three hour meeting for a
college club, and a one hour commute, to find your husband sitting on the couch
watching football, totally oblivious to the baby who is playing quietly beside
him – with your entire canister of flour, expertly using your best powder brush
to mash the flour granules into the fibers of your couch cushion as he shakes
out tiny drops of apple juice all over this masterpiece with his sippy cup. “Made you picture Mommy!”
It’s the
thought that counts.
There is a
story of a woman who wanted to climb the tallest mountain.
On her
journey, she suffered from thorns and thistles that pricked her tender skin as
she ascended each rock cliff with slow, painful, determination.
She shivered
under the cold rain, the biting ice,
and wheezed in
the thin air as she climbed higher and higher.
However,
when she reached the top, there were still thorns and thistles, there was still
rain and ice, there was even the thinnest air she had ever tasted, -- But
There was
also sunshine, miles and miles and miles of breathtaking beauty, a sense of
peaceful satisfaction for what she has accomplished.
When someone
later asked the woman if she would endure the journey again,
Her only
reply was that the journey was the only reason she did it in the first place.
Don’t be
afraid of the journey. It’s the getting there that makes the difference!
